My first Revenge fanfic!

I'm in love with that show... it's so intense and compelling!

But there is WAY to little of Jack and Emily. I hope that now when Amanda is out of the picture, they will finally have their time.

(Haha cruel truth...but I was crying when she died, really !)

This story will be about Jack finding out Emily's true identity. I've been imagining this for like a thousand times!

I own nothing.

Enjoy!

Prologue: "Bridge Over Troubled Water"

Truth is a liberation, they say.

Truth is tempting.

But it is also dangerous for those who desire it.

You will never know what you find until you do.

And there may come a time when you wish you didn't start looking for it at all.

It was all a play, he had no doubt about that.

Too many unexplained coincidences and insufficient explanations to call it ordinary.

But who directs this play? Who writes the script? Who assigns the roles?

These were questions which needed to be answered.

Standing over his wife's grave Jack Porter had sworn he will learn the truth. By all means. He will devote all his strength and time to put an end to this charade.

Some thought he is seeking the revenge on Graysons.

But there was much more to the story.

He was seeking a person responsible for all of this. It might have been one of Graysons. But it also might have not. He trusted no one.

Not Emily, neither Nolan.

They were all the same. Manipulative and sneaky.

It might have been a man or a woman. A group of people.

He liked to call this someone they in his mind.

It was easier to think that behind this scheme was more than one person.

Less frightening.

He had a feeling something is not right long before Amanda's death.

But every time he shared that doubt with someone, he was told he had been misinterpreting facts.

But a feeling is a feeling and seaman knows he needs to follow his guts.

So Jack had stopped sharing his suspicions and started to operate instead.

Listened. Observed.

Waited for a moment they make a mistake.

It was just a matter of time when they will.

And when that moment had come, he almost overlooked it.

They were walking down the beach. Emily and him.

Long time ago he had stopped trusting her. She had too much secrets of hers and knew too much secrets of everyone else's.

Yet there was something attracting him to this woman like a magnet.

So when she asked for a meeting, he agreed instantly.

Walking in silence, lost in thoughts, staring at the ocean.

It was warm, sunny summer day. Emily asked how he is doing. She seemed to be truly concerned about him. Almost caring. Jack as usually said " I'm fine." And looked away to let her know he doesn't want any further questions.

Children were running down the beach with kites outstretched on she blue sky laughing out loud.

Emily smiled. That brought memories. From the time everything was simple and painted with bright colors.

"Your father loved Midsummer day, didn't he?" she said to Jack.

Emily saw in her mind a memory of them all celebrating on a beach, from morning to the evening.

This was a very special day. They had been starting it with flying kites, ending with letting go lanterns into night sky. All day they had been eating only sea gifts. Those were the rules. Sometimes she and Jack were cheating and sneaking chocolate candies, giggling like conspirators when...

"How do you know that?"

She didn't realize Jack wasn't walking by her side anymore. He was standing few steps behind with his legs rooten to the sand, staring at her suspiciously.

"Know what?" She smiled friendly.

Crap. That was a reckless thing to bring up. She had been letting her guard down too easily in his presence.

She forced the most careless and curious look she could afford and waited for more.

"That My father used to celebrate that day... It was long before your time here. I was still a kid when we were doing this."

"Well… Amanda must have mentioned it one day."

"No, she couldn't." Jack wasn't that easy to deceive anymore. Lately he questioned everything she had said.

"We were really close in Juvie, shared everything. I'm sure she said something about this."

"No, I mean..I talked with her about my father only once since she came here and she insisted she didn't remember him at all. She was little girl back then, so it was understandable. She definitely didn't tell you about Midsummer day."

"Well then It must have been Nolan or someone else…. I don't really remember . Lot of people mentions a lot of facts here in Hamptons."

Jack nodded still not satisfied with the answer.

Well, it was possible, but his instinct was telling him she is hiding something.

Even if she did, Emily-the perfect actress- didn't reveal a thing.

Her smile as bright and caring as always, eyes perfectly clear.

"Oh, it's getting late. I should get going." She glanced at her watch. "My foundation requires me on their weekly meetings. It was nice seeing you Jack. Take care!"

"Yeah, you too." He stood there watching her getting through the sand with bare feet holding her high heels in one hand, brushing hair away from her face with other.

He felt like he is missing something very important.

Some skeletons should be left in the dark where they belong. They should have never been brought to light.

But that was the truth Jack Porter was still about to learn.

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